When I was in the deepest part of the city library, like a tomb robber unearthing a long-sealed treasure from a burial urn, I pulled out this tattered wild history book from the bookshelf, and after reading it for fifteen minutes, I realized that my "golden finger", which was eighteen years late, was finally online.

The unsung author of this wild history book talks about how Paleolithic savages danced around totem poles in a mysteriously manner, and illustrates an ancient ritual of blood sacrifice.

The process of the ritual is very simple: at any time and on any occasion, draw a sacrificial pattern as shown in the illustration on any plane with your own blood, and then place at least one soul of an intelligent life in the center of the sacrificial pattern, and then make an honest wish to the gods of the other universe in any language and any prayer.

The ultimate effect of the ritual is that as long as the quality and quantity of the soul you sacrifice match the content of your wish, then your wish will be fulfilled.

Unfortunately, this blood ritual has gradually changed its shape like a game of words over the years, and by the time it reaches the hands of this unknown author, it is far from the original text, so the scope of vows is greatly limited, but if it is only to fulfill my current wishes, it is still within the acceptance range.

In addition, this ritual has certain flaws inherited from the original texts, the most serious and insoluble of which is that, from the perspective of the universe as an isolated system, the sacrifice of souls to the gods of another universe is equivalent to the destruction of souls out of thin air from this universe; Receiving gifts from another universe is equivalent to increasing the matter and energy of this universe out of thin air.

This is contrary to the natural laws of the universe, and the sacrificer will be punished with terrible heaven.

There are only two kinds of people who can be exempted from the cost: one is the strong one who is so powerful that any divine curse can fight it; The other is a soul from another universe.

The former can only find a strong candidate in absurd myths and legends, while the latter is only active in fictional stories. The anonymous author argues that both conditions are too impractical, and that the ritual of blood sacrifice, even if effective, has no practical value. But he still reasoned about the reason why the latter was valid in the same way that a true reader would discuss the setting of a fictional story—perhaps because souls from other universes could not be identified by this universe, so they could escape from some cause and effect.

A soul from another universe, isn't this me?

*

Yes, I am not native to this universe.

I came from another universe on Earth, born at the end of the 20th century, grew up and worked in China's coastal cities, with the surname "Xu" and the single name "Fu".

When I began to remember, the era had entered the 21st century, society was thriving, and technology was changing with each passing day. After graduating from university, I worked for an obscure magazine, and after a while, I finally became familiar with the trivial work at hand, which was as trivial as my homework during the winter and summer vacations when I was a student.

I thought that life would be so stable, but I didn't expect the catastrophe to come so suddenly, I happened to bump into the scene of the "drug" trade of two gangs of criminals - I was not discovered by them at the first time, and in hindsight, maybe I should have left quietly, but after calling the police, I couldn't get away, the only relief is that before I died, I seemed to hear the movement of the police on the scene.

However, who would have thought that I would have the opportunity to reopen my eyes in another world, as a new being.

This world is as similar to the world I was in as much as a parallel world as it is from a story world.

The similarities are: there are also mobile phones, cars, skyscrapers, computers and networks, railways and sea and air routes throughout the territory, and there are also yellow, white and black skin colors, and I am also called Xu Fu.

The difference is that the civilized world here is not a lot of countries working in isolation, but a whole "alliance", and what is even more absurd is that there are gods and elves, psionics and undead, ordinary people and sub-humans, just like a careless creator who has crudely blended the modern city with the fantasy world, and many things that are not as realistic as the inhabitants of this world are just the scenery of white steam emitted from the breakfast shop every morning.

I carefully kept my mouth shut lest the secret that I was not a native of this world be exposed prematurely, while greedily absorbing all information related to supernatural powers.

I don't need to say much to convey that, yes, I want to have supernatural powers, too.

I died at gunpoint in my last life, and the sound of gunfire was an inescapable nightmare for me, so in this life, I hope that I can at least get enough strength to take the sound of gunfire as a lame snap of my fingers.

But now, eighteen years later, I have a painful understanding that I don't have the qualifications.

It's not because my parents who gave birth to me in this life didn't give me a proper body, it's just that my soul is very different from the inhabitants of this world.

The most common way for the inhabitants of this world to gain supernatural powers is to become psionics, and the "psionics" of psionics refer to the incredible energy that has been excavated from the soul.

The way my soul is "abnormal" is composed means that I can't tap into the potential of my soul like them, and while psionics are rare among them, even those who don't become psionics have sporadic potentials that I don't even have.

Today, however, I discovered this magical ritual.

I decided to re-believe: from now on, everything will be different.

It's a bloody ritual of living sacrifice, but do I have any other options?

*

I didn't.

After taking a picture of the pages of the book with my phone recording the blood ritual, I secretly tore them off. I don't know why this kind of book with forbidden knowledge appears in the city library open to all citizens, but I still have to deal with it in order to prevent anyone from misusing it.

Of course, it is possible that a layman who sees this will dismiss it as pure nonsense, but if someone like me who has studied the "science of rituals and rituals" can easily identify the mystery.

I put the book back in the open space of the shelf, then turned, cane in hand, and hobbled to the exit of the library.

Perhaps the image of me wearing an eye patch in my right eye, paralysis in my right arm, and a disease in my left foot was too eye-catching, and the librarian asked me if I needed help.

"No, you don't." I say.

"Are you going back so early today? You used to sit all day. The librarian asked.

"There's an urgent matter today." I responded as I walked out the main entrance.

I pondered the matter of the Blood Sacrifice Ritual.

The blood sacrifice ritual requires me to sacrifice the soul of an intelligent life, but even in this world, intelligent life other than human beings is extremely rare, subhumans are recognized as human variants both biologically and legally, not non-human, gods and elves are dragons without seeing the end, and the undead with wisdom are even more urban legends.

In other words, I'm going to kill someone anyway.

But it is impossible for me to kill innocent people for my own selfishness, even if I want to be a psyker again.

For this reason, I had to find someone who had committed the most heinous crimes, and even if he was to skin and blanch it, and make it look like a white chopping chicken that was placed on the offering table during the worship of the ancestors, it would not be a pity.

Although on the surface it is also a modern city with a passable level of development, it is also a place where there is a lot of dirt and dirt, and the level of public security is far less than that of the first-tier cities in China in the previous life...... And so on, and so on, and so on, but they are really brutes who deserve a thousand cuts.

Damn it anyway, I might as well use it as a stepping stone for me.